I at a loss for words which seems to work with the word presented to me. Though through typing out my thoughts on this dilemma, I already through my second sentence now.
But now I’m at a loss for words and still stalling because I don’t know what to write.
Peter Genovese
A car stalls and stutters, as do our minds at times. Either too many thoughts or not enough and the brain engine shudders, unable to process information normally. . . Geez, this is a hard word today, couldn’t we have had “puppies” or “kittens”? Not fair, could have written loads about them.
Sophie Boyce
I was stalling. I didn’t want Jamie to know that I wasn’t going to go to Vancouver with him. He asked me. I looked down at my shoes. He asked me again. I said, “Hey you know what colour I really like? Blue. I really like blue.”
“Blue like the Vancouver seascape, eh?” – He was always doing that, reading into the random crap that I say.
I said, “Uh, yeah, like the Vancouver seascape. let’s go already” and then we got in the van and started driving. 20 minutes into the trip I already felt like kicking myself.
Anonymous
Can’t think. Have to stall. It hurts I don’t like being patient I feel bad making someone wait. That’s really a lie of course who would feel bad for such a thing. I can keep going.
Chloe
…..
One. Tick. Two. Tock. Three. Tick, tick, tick.
Hmm…. Time ticks by slowly. One moment then two. Another and another.
Stalling. Waiting. Ticking. Tocking.
I wait for you. I stall for you.
Setz
I wait for myself. I shouldn’t, I should forbid the past and just, go. Uncertainties ensue everywhere I go, everything I do. And they shouldn’t.
C. manasa
brain stopped-jammed-can’t think
car exhaust pouring out into stifled air (huff huff)
warm grunt
cogs stuck on a particular loop of time,
frozen, stand still, we won’t grow old this way
chloe
Right now, I’m stalling as much as I possibly can. I’ve made two trips to the downstairs bathroom stall, which is two more than theount of sentences of my Shakespeare paper – one that is supposed to be 5-6 pages and is due tomorrow – that I have written at this point. I realize that I’m not really supposed to use the word in the blurb that I’m writing here, but I want to motivate myself to start working.
RetepAdam
the day i met you hanging out in a stall one cold afternoon is the warmest day of my life.
lucca
Don’t we stall every day about something? Stalling is a way of life, a way to get by, a way to buy time
and a way to put off anything and everything.
Anonymous
the fruit stall is in the middle of the street where i found my aunt strolling in the yard
lucca
If I stall, I stop, so I’ll keep on going. Never stall, it’s better to just keep on, life goes on all around us, and will continue when we’re gone. So don’t stall, be all, be a part of it! That s all!
blackrockrose
im sick of stalling my life because im too afraid to really do what i want to do – but it seems impossible.
Nina
the stall huh…
like a growing child, scared to walk towards the stall… Why, cuz there’s something that lives, grows, and breathes in that stall… Where the wild things are… There is a monster in the stall… BOO
Kongmeng
stall stall stall
u by staff from stalls
they can be useful u no!!!
Anonymous
The colourful canvas flapped in the wind, the marketsellers excitedly calling out the price and quality of their wares. It was a new world to me, one stall next to the other, each offering exquisite delicacies of lands unknown.
zizizit
one word is like two words but the meaning is two.
Anonymous
waiting stalling essentially until the clock says 12:00 and then a new something will begin. its coming so slow and im not sure that i want it to come. will he remember? i do, i always do. tic tic tic tic tock happy birthday to me…soon
with
stall is as a bathroom where people have to go #1 and #2, usually mens bathrooms also have a stall wehre they can urinate with ease in a urinal which girls cannot use. you know what i think, stalls are for homphobes. get used to it
Anonymous
The monkey had gotten into the engine, and they were only minutes away from stalling out and falling from the sky. The End was coming!
Leah
n the early fall i felt leaves stall as the rain all summer was so much this year i went to gym then stalled in the warm outdoorsy summer still stallin’ to return b4 end of fall…may stall more
that’s all….
dan crazio
Prancing. Sharp-hoofed devils. Forcing their hair-flickered noses against her lower back and demanding all the things an equine should never demand. Impatient, she slammed the door to the stall.
harumphanoodle
The stall was in front of me, the tiny beads glistening in the morning sun seemed to call me, but where was the one I was looking for? I had seen it last week. Ah there, the tiny angel. When the shop keeper turned her back, busy with another customers change, I quickly snapped it up and shoved it in my pocket. “excuse me…” i heard as I turned around, a policeman in front of me.
Emma
Bathroom stalls are so cool if you really think about it. They see so many different faces every day. I think it would be an exciting thing to be, minus the whole smelly part.
Sleepy
bathroom stalls are really dirty. dane cook has really funny jokes about dirty bathrrom stalls having water everywhere andppl kicking down doors. when i was in ny with sam and sam and loafie i kicked down a door
Caitlin
I need to figure out who is stalling me with a VOIP phone at one in the morning!!!
Santanu
i always waiting waiting waiting
for something to happen for someone for some
moment in time. this waiting opens me ripe and ready and i don’t know how to contain it. it is an open wound that i pouring salt into.
lys
in the bathroom stall.
losing time.
losing vision.
sweaty palms.
losing balance.
leaving behind,
out of sight, out of mind.
mlh
I dont think i could stall writing this for another minute. Perhaps I should write about horse stalls. The smell, and how it makes me sneeze but when I rode horses would continue to do so anyways. Ha. No. No. That doesn’t work. Hows I wrote all this crap just to stall the paragraph and see how this works. Yes. Yes. That works just fine. Though now I wonder
Me-Wicked
I stalling right now.
Georgeofthejungle
To stall is to be late on purpose. Also these can make nice homes for horses, its funny how many words in the english language have the same spelling but completely different definitions.
Rachel
marketplace. market. in front of shoplots. bazaars. sells fruits, clothings, bag, cute lil stickers. alot of cheap things.
Sara
I’ve stalled for 38 seconds. And now it appears I have nothing to say. shit.
janet
Things suddenly got very very quiet.
Emma turned the key.
Nothing.
She jerked the wheel and panicked.
It wasn’t doing anything.
There was a line of cars stretching down the curving canyon,and she couldn’t turn.
A big rig honked.
She crashed.
And then it all when white.
Zoe
She remembered the first time she had stalled on the biggest hill in Seattle, it was at night in the rain, naturally. Murphy’s Law had never exactly been her friend. Tonight was different, however. It was a snowy night in Atlanta. The sense of urgency was the same.
Mallory
I went to the bathroom in my residence hall. I knew my friend was taking a shower. I wanted to freak her out. So I coughed and screamed in the stall next to her. Then I left. I haven’t seen her since. But I know she was creeped out by it, hahaha. I love that girl. Her name is Sara. She is Turkish. And she is the sweetest girl you’d ever meet.
Molly
bathroom stalls are gross and dirty. but its fun and entertaining to read what people write on them. its always exciting, even though you dont know who “Amanda Sue” is but that she’s a whore in someones mind. Lifes weird like that. hmmm.
merrideth
stalling the motor of your throat, once inside i can’t keep my trembling fingers from flickering against the cords that make you sing. struggling to free myself of judgement and fear
I at a loss for words which seems to work with the word presented to me. Though through typing out my thoughts on this dilemma, I already through my second sentence now.
But now I’m at a loss for words and still stalling because I don’t know what to write.
A car stalls and stutters, as do our minds at times. Either too many thoughts or not enough and the brain engine shudders, unable to process information normally. . . Geez, this is a hard word today, couldn’t we have had “puppies” or “kittens”? Not fair, could have written loads about them.
I was stalling. I didn’t want Jamie to know that I wasn’t going to go to Vancouver with him. He asked me. I looked down at my shoes. He asked me again. I said, “Hey you know what colour I really like? Blue. I really like blue.”
“Blue like the Vancouver seascape, eh?” – He was always doing that, reading into the random crap that I say.
I said, “Uh, yeah, like the Vancouver seascape. let’s go already” and then we got in the van and started driving. 20 minutes into the trip I already felt like kicking myself.
Can’t think. Have to stall. It hurts I don’t like being patient I feel bad making someone wait. That’s really a lie of course who would feel bad for such a thing. I can keep going.
…..
One. Tick. Two. Tock. Three. Tick, tick, tick.
Hmm…. Time ticks by slowly. One moment then two. Another and another.
Stalling. Waiting. Ticking. Tocking.
I wait for you. I stall for you.
I wait for myself. I shouldn’t, I should forbid the past and just, go. Uncertainties ensue everywhere I go, everything I do. And they shouldn’t.
brain stopped-jammed-can’t think
car exhaust pouring out into stifled air (huff huff)
warm grunt
cogs stuck on a particular loop of time,
frozen, stand still, we won’t grow old this way
Right now, I’m stalling as much as I possibly can. I’ve made two trips to the downstairs bathroom stall, which is two more than theount of sentences of my Shakespeare paper – one that is supposed to be 5-6 pages and is due tomorrow – that I have written at this point. I realize that I’m not really supposed to use the word in the blurb that I’m writing here, but I want to motivate myself to start working.
the day i met you hanging out in a stall one cold afternoon is the warmest day of my life.
Don’t we stall every day about something? Stalling is a way of life, a way to get by, a way to buy time
and a way to put off anything and everything.
the fruit stall is in the middle of the street where i found my aunt strolling in the yard
If I stall, I stop, so I’ll keep on going. Never stall, it’s better to just keep on, life goes on all around us, and will continue when we’re gone. So don’t stall, be all, be a part of it! That s all!
im sick of stalling my life because im too afraid to really do what i want to do – but it seems impossible.
the stall huh…
like a growing child, scared to walk towards the stall… Why, cuz there’s something that lives, grows, and breathes in that stall… Where the wild things are… There is a monster in the stall… BOO
stall stall stall
u by staff from stalls
they can be useful u no!!!
The colourful canvas flapped in the wind, the marketsellers excitedly calling out the price and quality of their wares. It was a new world to me, one stall next to the other, each offering exquisite delicacies of lands unknown.
one word is like two words but the meaning is two.
waiting stalling essentially until the clock says 12:00 and then a new something will begin. its coming so slow and im not sure that i want it to come. will he remember? i do, i always do. tic tic tic tic tock happy birthday to me…soon
stall is as a bathroom where people have to go #1 and #2, usually mens bathrooms also have a stall wehre they can urinate with ease in a urinal which girls cannot use. you know what i think, stalls are for homphobes. get used to it
The monkey had gotten into the engine, and they were only minutes away from stalling out and falling from the sky. The End was coming!
n the early fall i felt leaves stall as the rain all summer was so much this year i went to gym then stalled in the warm outdoorsy summer still stallin’ to return b4 end of fall…may stall more
that’s all….
Prancing. Sharp-hoofed devils. Forcing their hair-flickered noses against her lower back and demanding all the things an equine should never demand. Impatient, she slammed the door to the stall.
The stall was in front of me, the tiny beads glistening in the morning sun seemed to call me, but where was the one I was looking for? I had seen it last week. Ah there, the tiny angel. When the shop keeper turned her back, busy with another customers change, I quickly snapped it up and shoved it in my pocket. “excuse me…” i heard as I turned around, a policeman in front of me.
Bathroom stalls are so cool if you really think about it. They see so many different faces every day. I think it would be an exciting thing to be, minus the whole smelly part.
bathroom stalls are really dirty. dane cook has really funny jokes about dirty bathrrom stalls having water everywhere andppl kicking down doors. when i was in ny with sam and sam and loafie i kicked down a door
I need to figure out who is stalling me with a VOIP phone at one in the morning!!!
i always waiting waiting waiting
for something to happen for someone for some
moment in time. this waiting opens me ripe and ready and i don’t know how to contain it. it is an open wound that i pouring salt into.
in the bathroom stall.
losing time.
losing vision.
sweaty palms.
losing balance.
leaving behind,
out of sight, out of mind.
I dont think i could stall writing this for another minute. Perhaps I should write about horse stalls. The smell, and how it makes me sneeze but when I rode horses would continue to do so anyways. Ha. No. No. That doesn’t work. Hows I wrote all this crap just to stall the paragraph and see how this works. Yes. Yes. That works just fine. Though now I wonder
I stalling right now.
To stall is to be late on purpose. Also these can make nice homes for horses, its funny how many words in the english language have the same spelling but completely different definitions.
marketplace. market. in front of shoplots. bazaars. sells fruits, clothings, bag, cute lil stickers. alot of cheap things.
I’ve stalled for 38 seconds. And now it appears I have nothing to say. shit.
Things suddenly got very very quiet.
Emma turned the key.
Nothing.
She jerked the wheel and panicked.
It wasn’t doing anything.
There was a line of cars stretching down the curving canyon,and she couldn’t turn.
A big rig honked.
She crashed.
And then it all when white.
She remembered the first time she had stalled on the biggest hill in Seattle, it was at night in the rain, naturally. Murphy’s Law had never exactly been her friend. Tonight was different, however. It was a snowy night in Atlanta. The sense of urgency was the same.
I went to the bathroom in my residence hall. I knew my friend was taking a shower. I wanted to freak her out. So I coughed and screamed in the stall next to her. Then I left. I haven’t seen her since. But I know she was creeped out by it, hahaha. I love that girl. Her name is Sara. She is Turkish. And she is the sweetest girl you’d ever meet.
bathroom stalls are gross and dirty. but its fun and entertaining to read what people write on them. its always exciting, even though you dont know who “Amanda Sue” is but that she’s a whore in someones mind. Lifes weird like that. hmmm.
stalling the motor of your throat, once inside i can’t keep my trembling fingers from flickering against the cords that make you sing. struggling to free myself of judgement and fear
steal
I find my life has become stalled.